new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
This is wonderful, Vassilis. I haven't commented in a long time—didn't want my continuing praise to go to your head. But this seems to step off in a new direction. Not just your moving the lines around spatially, but your surrendering to the moment in a most direct way. Spry, spree, spare, spar ... the sounds hopping around like these amatorious birds. Lovely!
Musically delightful as well as delightfully full of meanings! Bravo!
Delighted to hear some great sounding songbirds in their own write chirping in on this little ditty! :)